Help
In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through Idrian's mind.
First, even if the two of them really came to blows, Hesta would not take his life. Idrian was certain of that, because the Quicksilver Needles had their own discipline. And since things had already come this far, regardless of whether she was a Quicksilver Needle or whether he could win this fight, he ought to throw a punch at Hesta to show that he would not tolerate humiliation. It was a matter of dignity.
But before his blood could truly boil over, he suddenly remembered old Governor Arevalo, remembered how Hesta had recently been treated as an honored guest at the Governor's Mansion... Of course, he could fly into a rage, but what if he offended the old Governor over this and caused some irreparable consequences?
But speaking of consequences—right now, at this very moment, so many soldiers in this tavern were watching him. Everything he did here today would affect his image and standing in the barracks from now on. Was that not significant?
Once the scales of judgment began to sway, the fury that should have shattered everything immediately dissipated.
Caught between advancing and retreating, Idrian suddenly lowered his head and laughed. "I mean... is this really necessary? Look, we're both working for the old Governor—"
"Pick it up," Hesta said coldly.
Before Idrian could move, Lairin had already bent down to pick up the coins beside her. She quickly gathered the scattered bills into her hands as she said, "It's fine, I... I'll do it myself..."
Elie, beside her, also came to her senses, as if she had suddenly been struck by a whip. She lowered her head and began searching the corners with her sister for the loose change that had rolled away.
Idrian glanced